Looking into Seung-hyeon’s puzzled eyes only made the anger inside Seon-woo bubble up even more. Instead of asking what was wrong, Seung-hyeon simply kept his mouth shut and waited for Seon-woo with quiet patience.
“At this rate… I’m gonna snap and shove it down your throat.”
His tone was as composed as he could manage, but the words came out sharp and bitter, like something being chewed up and spat out. Before Seung-hyeon could get a word in, Seon-woo continued.
“You act like you’ve sucked cock a dozen times before.”
According to what Seung-hyeon had said himself, the last time they had sex was his first time. Which meant, technically, this would only be his second time ever putting another man’s cock in his mouth. The problem was… the way he used his tongue felt way too skilled. So much so that it was hard to believe this was only his second time.
He didn’t seem like the type to lie about something like this… but still, that didn’t mean Seon-woo could keep his cool like it was no big deal.
Seung-hyeon had been quietly listening, then suddenly changed his expression as if flipping a switch. The wide-eyed confusion melted away into a soft smile that crinkled at the edges of his eyes. If he’d been lying when he said it was his first time, he should’ve looked flustered. And if he hadn’t been lying, he should’ve looked at least a little hurt or offended. But his expression didn’t match either reaction.
Which is why, this time, it was Seon-woo who looked put off and skeptical. Not that Seung-hyeon seemed to care. He calmly wrapped his hand around Seon-woo’s still-stiff cock, which was hovering near his face, and brought it to his cheek. Then, in a deliberately coy tone, he spoke.
“It’s not my fault I was born with talent.”
Seon-woo stared down at him, momentarily speechless. That answer was so unexpected, it knocked the thoughts right out of his head. Seung-hyeon gave a playful little laugh, like it had just been a joke, but that didn’t make the bizarre reply any less shocking.
So… he was saying he was just naturally good at it—not experienced. There wasn’t really a reason to doubt him, and maybe it’d be easier to just take it at face value. But that cheeky, shameless attitude? Absolutely maddening. As Seon-woo’s brow creased ever so slightly, Seung-hyeon smiled up at him and spoke again.
“What’s wrong? Don’t believe me?”
Seon-woo didn’t answer. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe him—it just didn’t feel right to say he did. Meanwhile, Seung-hyeon must’ve noticed the slight softening of Seon-woo’s cock, because he wrapped his hand around it and began stroking it slowly, gently coaxing it back to life. His voice was so calm, so steady, it was almost unnerving—especially considering the situation.
“Isn’t lying about experience kind of pathetic?”
The way he flicked the tip with his fingers made Seon-woo’s brow tighten just a little. It was a fair point. Seung-hyeon’s face was so serene and honest, it made it hard to believe someone like that would lie about having experience. The anger that had surged so suddenly now started to ebb away, and with a reluctant sigh, Seon-woo finally replied.
“I never said I totally thought you were lying…”
Seung-hyeon had, at some point, wiped the playful smile off his face. With his naturally gentle features and the usual slight upturn of his lips, he didn’t look cold, sharp, or hostile—but he wasn’t smiling either. The expression he wore was neutral, unreadable, especially for someone who was currently stroking another man’s cock. His tone matched his face: calm, almost detached.
“Or do you just think it’s pathetic to still be a virgin in your thirties?”
It wasn’t sarcastic, nor did it sound offended. Just a matter-of-fact statement delivered in a plain, level voice. Seon-woo slowly shook his head. Pathetic wasn’t the word that came to mind. What he did find odd, though, was how a guy like this had made it to nearly thirty without ever giving in to temptation—not even once.
Despite having his gaze fixed between Seon-woo’s legs, Seung-hyeon seemed to have noticed the subtle shake of his head. He gave the barest twitch of a smirk and continued.
“Well, you wouldn’t get it, Director. You’ve been sticking this thing into everything for years now…”
He spoke as his fingers lightly tapped the head of Seon-woo’s cock. Seon-woo’s brow arched in surprise. That was not what he’d expected to hear right now—especially not from Seung-hyeon. It wasn’t him who’d been reckless and promiscuous below the belt; that title belonged squarely to Gwanggong Gwak Seon-woo. Not that it was something he could defend out loud anyway, so there was no point in dwelling on it.
Let’s see what else he has to say. With that mindset, Seon-woo looked down at him with thinly veiled skepticism. And right then, Seung-hyeon suddenly looked up and grinned.
“I was saving myself for marriage, you know.”
The words sounded especially surreal in the moment, probably because they came just as their eyes met. After a beat of stunned silence, Seon-woo let out a baffled, almost disbelieving echo:
“…Saving yourself?”
Somehow, coming out of Gwak Seung-hyeon’s mouth, the phrase sounded too pure, too clean to be real. Especially considering that at this very moment, he was jerking off his legal cousin—at least on paper—in place of a nonexistent wife. And yet, he had the nerve to say something like that?
Seung-hyeon replied without missing a beat, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Yup. Which means now you’re responsible.”
Unbelievable. Seon-woo clicked his tongue like someone utterly fed up. Seung-hyeon, as if he’d never stopped smiling in the first place, laughed it off.
“Just kidding.”
Of course, it wasn’t a hundred percent a joke. But Seon-woo didn’t feel like starting a pointless argument by pointing that out. The fact that Seung-hyeon had gone out of his way to pass it off as a joke sparked a strange feeling inside him—one he couldn’t quite name. His expression shifted subtly, the lines of his face unsure of how to settle.
Seung-hyeon bowed his head again. Seon-woo’s gaze followed his until their eyes nearly broke contact—and then came the next line, snapping him back to attention.
“And Director…”
The opening was similar to before, but the tone was quieter this time, more deliberate. Before Seon-woo could ask what he meant, Seung-hyeon beat him to it.
“You’ve only ever seen me with your cock in my mouth, hard and moaning, so you wouldn’t know, but…”
Naturally, Seon-woo’s eyes dropped to look between Seung-hyeon’s legs. And sure enough, the guy was still hard. Despite the conversation they were having, the tension, the back-and-forth—it hadn’t gone down even a little. Seon-woo didn’t know whether to be impressed or unnerved. All he could do was stare.
“I’m not the kind of person who can just stomach anything, you know.”
Facing that smiling expression, Seon-woo couldn’t think of anything else. In the end, he gave in to the urge and grabbed a fistful of Seung-hyeon’s hair, pulling him in close. Whether he lost control because he was pissed about the not-so-subtle jab at the Gwanggong’s promiscuity—which technically wasn’t even about him—or because he was turned on by how casually Gwak Seung-hyeon could throw around lewd remarks like that, didn’t really matter. He didn’t need to figure it out.
Despite the sudden movement, Seung-hyeon didn’t flinch. He obediently opened his mouth, and Seon-woo’s fully erect cock slipped past his lips, disappearing down his throat like it was being swallowed whole. Seon-woo could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of Seung-hyeon’s throat, but he didn’t stop.
Clutching the back of his head, Seon-woo pushed in deeper, all the way to the base. Seung-hyeon winced, his brow furrowing with discomfort. Instinctively, his hands shot up and gripped Seon-woo’s thighs tightly, fingers digging in hard enough to turn the skin white. But instead of pulling back, Seon-woo issued a cold command.
“Relax.”
And just like that, the tension drained from Seung-hyeon’s grip as if he’d flipped a switch. He still looked like he was struggling, but he didn’t try to push Seon-woo away. A strange sense of satisfaction bloomed in Seon-woo’s chest as he began to thrust, slowly at first. Seung-hyeon’s head bobbed gently in rhythm with his movements, and the corners of his eyes flushed pink as the pressure built.
Every time the tip of Seon-woo’s cock hit the back of his throat, Seung-hyeon gagged faintly, a few rough coughs escaping his lips. But he quickly adjusted, relaxing his jaw and taking Seon-woo in with surprising ease. So maybe he really was born for this—his earlier claim didn’t seem like a bluff after all.
What had started as an act driven by irritation was slowly shifting. Seon-woo’s gaze grew hazy, his eyes glazing over as his thrusts picked up speed. Watching Seung-hyeon tremble at the fingertips, Seon-woo’s attention drifted to his tear-brimmed eyes. He locked onto them, unable to look away.
Tears, a natural reaction. Seon-woo, half-entranced, spoke in a low voice.
“Look at me…”
Whether Seung-hyeon didn’t understand or was resisting on purpose, he didn’t obey right away. Despite the heat simmering in his veins, Seon-woo called his name—sharp and cool.
“Gwak Seung-hyeon.”
Immediately, those tear-filled eyes flicked upward to meet his. As soon as he saw the subtle quiver at the corners of Seung-hyeon’s eyes, Seon-woo came.
Seung-hyeon shut his eyes tight and choked a little as the sudden release hit him. Tears that had been clinging to his lashes finally spilled down his cheeks. Seon-woo reached out and gently wiped them away, and only then did Seung-hyeon manage to open his eyes. Though a few drops had escaped down the sides of his mouth, his throat visibly moved as he swallowed. It was only after that that Seon-woo’s hand finally relaxed its grip from the back of his head.
Almost like he was proving he’d swallowed every last drop, Seung-hyeon opened his mouth and murmured,
“Kiss me.”
Seon-woo didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Seung-hyeon’s wrist and yanked him toward him.
